FULL SUMMARY: Dream after dream, Harry Potter sees a girl that just give him butterflies in his stomach; he is thoroughly convinces that this girl does to Hogwarts with him. His only problem with her? Every time he comes close to seeing the face of this girl, he wakes up from his dreams. So when he tells his best gal pal Elaine Port, she laughs and tries to convince Harry that maybe his so-called "dream girl" really is just in his dreams. Is Elaine right? Or is Harry's dream girl a reality?


DISCLAIMER: Though I find this completely unnecessary, I feel somewhat obligated to state that the Harry Potter franchise does not belong to me. Also, as you read the story, keep in mind that this is simply a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of their rightful owner's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


STORY DEDICATION: To swiftscout – the girl who used to mock my obsession for Harry Potter until she read the books cover to cover – this one's for you.


Chapter Eight – What You Already Know

Harry slowly dragged himself up to his dormitory; he was still saddened by his first encounter with Elaine in week. Carelessly, he swung the door of the sixth year boys' dormitory open, walked over to his bed and flopped on the bed.

"What's the matter there, Potter?" Seamus wondered, turning to face the Boy Who Lived. "You look terrible."

Harry lifted his head slowly from his pillow, turning to face Seamus. Rolling his eyes at his roommate's comment, Harry laughed faintly, "Really? I thought I looked rather gorgeous."

"Days too much to handle now that your girl's gone home?" Seamus wondered with a laugh.

Neville and Dean joined Seamus in his fit of laughter. Harry, however, glared at his fellow Gryffindors, not knowing what to say; what was he supposed to say? He knew that he could not tell anyone about his dream girl and he certainly refused to tell them that she was the reason he and Elaine were not speaking with each other. Harry knew he could never tell Dean, Neville and Seamus that his days, with or without Ginny, were too much to handle because he and Elaine were not talking.

"You could say that," Harry responded shortly, burying his head into his pillow again.

"Mate, you've been acting this way even before Ginny left for the holidays," Dean noted.

Harry groaned into his pillow; if Ginny's ex boyfriend noticed Harry's change in attitude, then the rest of the Gryffindor House would undoubtedly have noticed too.

"Yeah," Neville added. "You have been like this for weeks."

The raven-haired boy shot up from his position on the bed; was he really a noticeable wreck to the rest of the school? If he was, Ginny and Hermione would have badgered him with their typical questions like, "Are you okay?" or "What's the matter?". Harry could not have been that noticeable, especially since none of his other friends had said anything else about it.

Dean laughed at the signs of panic in Harry's body language. "It's not that noticeable," he assured. "I mean, the three of us practically live with you up in this dorm… so we kinda just saw through your fake happiness."

"Only problem is that we don't know what's botherin' you," Seamus stated. "You can tell us that nothing's changed, but we all know that would be a lie…"

"Is it Elaine?" Neville said suddenly.

"Yeah…" Seamus added. "The two of you both seem to be in horrible moods lately; Elaine's just more noticeable than you are."

"Mate, she is always like that!" Dean remarked, causing Harry to smile a little. "One wrong move and she'll toss you in the Black Lake herself, having you beg for forgiveness and mercy."


Harry sat by the Black Lake, under the dogwood tree where he and Elaine would usually sit during their free periods. His mind was a jumbled mess without his best friend; even with Hermione and Ron still in his life, as grateful as Harry was, it just was not the same. Elaine was the period he could just talk with when he needed someone to listen.

"What's the mater, love?" a familiar voice asked, snuggling closer to Harry.

But unlike the other dreams, Harry shrugged off his dream girl, thinking only about his best friend, Elaine Port.

Moments passed before Harry decided to talk. "Where have you been?" he wondered. "It's been a long while since you've popped up. I was actually starting to think that I'd found you already."

Harry listened as the girl of his dreams let out the melodic laugh that he loved so much. "Well, you have found me, Harry. It's just a matter of keeping me. I've missed visiting you like this, by the way."

"Why have you stopped visiting me this way?" Harry wondered.

"You see me every day, Harry," she chimed. "I just thought tonight would be a great time to visit, considering you seem to need me right now."

"… Elaine and I haven't spoken since Ginny and I started dating, you know," Harry blurted out. "I found you already… I don't understand why you're showing up now that Ginny's off at the Burrow."

"Think carefully, Harry," the girl sighed. "There's a reason why I came back…"

"I know…" he replied, staring out at the lake.

"Then, doesn't that tell you something?"

Harry stop up from his sleep as the morning sun poured into the boys' dormitory that day. With a smile on his face, he looked at the empty beds surrounding him. It was apparent to Harry that the other boys had gone down for breakfast or just to lounge in the Common Room.

"Dream Girl," Harry whispered to himself. "It tells me what I already knew."


Author's Note: This chapter of the story was rewritten and republished on November 7, 2013.

Oh my gosh, I am so sorry that it's taken so long for me to edit this chapter. Life's just been all over the place. So much for thinking I had it easy. Well, I did, but then I started an accessory business with swiftscout and that took a brutal toll on my schedule. Now I'm good though. Actually, I'm on a train to visit my boyfriend so he and I can go home for the long weekend.

I promise I'll get to writing the newest chapter of this story. Not the reedits, like the legit story. Like I'll actually add a chapter. Because… it's been years since I've add to this story and I want to apologize for that again. I will honestly never stop apologizing until I complete the story.

Oh wow, so like I said, I'm in a train and we're currently chugging along Vulcan Street/Road… I didn't actually see the ending, I only saw "Vulcan". I just think that was super cool. Anyways, thank you for reading! Please, please, please review, otherwise, I'll think you guys hate the story and I won't update it. Feel free to check out my other stories as well. Thanks again, guys! I appreciate it.

- May